I’m freaking out just a little bit. I have realized that I can’t find passion anymore. It’s fading away slowly. I used to have so much passion. I used to be passionate about almost everything. Theater, singing, acting, dancing, writing, mythology, reading, philosophy, guitar, you name it. (Though not math…. I hate that with a passion) Passionate is something that used to be a descriptive term for me. Now… I don’t know. It’s fading and I am desperately trying to hold onto it. But I can feel it slipping away along with my will to live. I don’t know how much longer I will be able to be here…
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Reading Philosophy
I was 13 when I realized that I would inevitably die.
I saw my body changing, and unlike most young teens who would
Enter a phase in which they cannot control their raging hormones and impulses, I merely noted the changes as the first leap toward my inevitable demise.
You see,
The change itself is what inspired this cognition.
I watched myself mature and it disgusted me.
My thoughts became more intelligent and clear, but apprehension and the reluctant realization of my mortality were the first discernible responses to the Change.
Life, at that moment, lost its magic.
I began writing. I played the guitar, in my room, […]